All I Want For Christmas

That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about. Gifts, gifts . . . gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts . . . the avarice never ends! I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue.

On Saturday braved the bitter cold and set out to finish my Christmas shopping, and I succeeded! This year I decided to ship my presents home, because well I didn't want to lug them on the airplane with me. So Sunday I had a wrapping party while watching The Grinch. I think I may like wrapping presents almost as much as I like finding the perfect gifts.


Which, speaking of finding the perfect gifts, I have been told NUMEROUS times this week that I'm incredibly hard to shop for. Really? Moi?